"The incense stick has finished burning. Jiang Baiyu has passed the trial!" Qian Daoliu declared evenly, catching their earth-shaking joint strike with perfect composure.
The instant his hand met their attacks, a deafening collision thundered through the entire Worship Hall!
The crimson Heaven-Burning Lionfire and Jiang Baiyu's Shennong Cauldron strike, which carried the power of an entire world—two formidable attacks capable of severely injuring an ordinary Title Douluo—slammed into the Angel Phantom's luminous arm.
Raging waves of flame and tremendous force clashed wildly with the holy light, churning and exploding. Shock waves swept through the Worship Hall, sending shattered stone flying as halos of light ran rampant. Yet the towering Angel Phantom did not budge.
Qian Daoliu stood firmly in place, his expression calm, his eyes as still as an ancient well.
With effortless ease, he caught both attacks in their entirety with his bare hand.
In mere moments, the Hell-Burning Lionfire melted away layer by layer, and the phantom world of the Shennong Cauldron trembled slightly. Before the Angel God's absolute divine might, these two terrifying attacks were like fireflies crashing into the bright moon, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
Dead silence fell over the hall!
Mad Lion Douluo froze in place. His enormous fire-lion avatar trembled slightly, and his crimson, slit-pupiled eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
His strongest trump card, his ninth Soul Skill, had actually been dispelled so effortlessly by Qian Daoliu. He was not the only one stunned. Beside him, Guang Ling gripped his divine bow tightly, shock written across his face, the feathers drifting around him all frozen in place. In the past, they had thought Qian Daoliu's strength was merely a matter of the gap in their soul power. Only now did they truly glimpse the terrifying depths of the Worship